"Do as you please."
Caroline waved her hand. "Whether it's Ordinary Goblins or Mutated Goblins, the numbers are more than sufficient. The Goblin race has already entered a positive reproductive cycle. Aside from the high-quality materials, it really makes no difference whether those lowly 'swine' are there or not."
"Now then, go do what you must, Cres. It's time for me to 'dine'."
Cres smiled. "In that case, I won't disturb you from enjoying your 'delicacy'."
"Oh, and..."
As he turned to leave, he paused. "Remember to be careful of that girl, Flora. Since she came all the way here from the Royal Capital, she's not likely to give up so easily."
But Caroline was clearly no longer listening to him. She released the bell that was about to burst, savoring the look of terror twisting his face...
Cres shook his head. 'As her partner, I've done enough. If she refuses to listen, it's no concern of mine.'
